casimir looked down at the files scattering the desk, the pictures strung together by bright red twine. things didn’t add up, not this time. “i’m missing something, damn it!” he grit his teeth, plucking one of the photographs from the board. everything looked normal, yet a man was dead and he had yet to figure out who had done it. the coroner had said it was murder. he sighed. “this just… doesn’t make sense.” he sat down, running a hand through his black hair. this job was giving him a headache. it was worthless- no, he needed to stop thinking like that. he was solving cases, giving families a reason for why their loved ones had died. he helped put murderers behind bars.